Growth Over Recovery, or Why Words Matter
Words have meaning and weight
I recently finished a contract role, and therefore I was in the market for a new job. As much as I love writing on Medium, it doesn’t pay my bills. However, I am fortunate in that I don’t need to take any old role. I can afford to be a bit choosy. Yesterday I interviewed for a role I really wanted, and I was amazed when the panel gave me some fantastic feedback and even offered me the job on the spot. This company portrays all the values I seek when looking to join an organisation. The interview itself was a tremendous experience, and I felt comfortable enough with the interview panel to be able to divulge more about myself than perhaps I normally would.
Being successful in applying for this incredible role has given me pause for thought and time for some reflection on my journey. Here’s what I have learned.
Recovery is a bullshit word
Before I go any further, allow me to give you a brief synopsis of my story.
In 2013, I became street homeless. The year before that, I was sectioned under the mental health act. After being picked up by a military veterans’ charity, I received support for my mental health and was diagnosed with Adult ADHD and bipolar disorder. Which explained a lot about my life! I then went…
